No Punctuation

I went down to the club last nigh I was then greeted by some man who said Welcome to the club sir I went down to the bar drank some drinks then had to go to the bathroom Wheres the bathroom i asked The bathroom room sign said guysgirls Some one was in the washroom and i had to go really badly i didnt even know if someone was in there so i waited and waited
by Eric

The Toy Dinosaur

The Toy Dinosaur

These little kids grab me with their sticky, grubby hands

It seems every week they grow, getting taller and stronger

They squeeze me ever harder until one day, they seem to stop

I was left on my shelve, alone, untouched, unbothered

My old playmate walks by with people that look like him

He laughs, runs, and plays, but not with me

Maybe he is too big to play with me, maybe he doesn’t like me

All I can do is wait, unable to move, and unable to speak

Doors

Doors

All I ever do is sit motionless, harmless, and soundless

Yet all these people do is bang on me, twist my hands to painful degrees and slam me shut

Sometimes they freeze me by twisting a gadget above my hand and the only way to free me is within the power of a slender metal object

They insert this object right into my hand (without permission) and turn it

This of course is followed by a sensation of freedom

I’ve heard stories though of my friends being attacked and smashed by cloaked people

The people take stuff without permission and always raise a loud whining sound from a machine near me

Apparently they sometimes stick mini slots on me for little hairballs to run in and out of

It disgusts me

At least when I need a bath I'm carefully soaked and scrubbed